Scömìche One Shots (*PG-R*)

A Promise

The man who comes after me will be a distorted version of the man you were meant to be with.

He will be the closest thing you can find to the best thing you'd ever had before you betrayed me, but he won't leave you fulfilled like I did.

He will try to woo you with syrupy words that feel like sugar but they'll melt off of his tongue as soon as he gets what he wants, nothing like the sweet honey that would drip from my lips and leave you glowing for hours.

He will write melodies for you to try to replace the quiet sound of my voice in your ears, but his music will never make your heart sing the way mine did.

You'll kiss him, Mitch, and he'll feel your mouth searching for something he doesn't have and it will wound him.

He'll want to love you and you'll let him and you'll try so hard to search for me in his touch, but you won't find me. His fingers, his tongue, his body will feel foreign to you because they're not mine.

He'll think you're perfect, but he'll know something isn't right. He'll be left wondering where he went wrong and why everything feels a little off with you.

Will you sneak around behind his back, too? If he finds out, will he keep you close knowing that he might never again meet someone as devastatingly beautiful in a body as ethereal as yours? Or will he leave you like I finally did, knowing you would let him fall apart ten times over and still stay with him as long as he let you? Or will it not happen at all now that I've shown you how your selfish actions will no longer go ignored, and that forgiveness has a limit even in love? Have you finally grown up?

It doesn't matter. One way or another you'll ruin him, too. It comes naturally to you, spoiling pure, happy hearts. I feel sorry for him. Don't you, baby?

He won't know that he's trying to love a man who is too busy loving someone else whose heart he already shattered. Try as hard as you can to find a piece of me in him, Mitch, whoever he is, because I will never again twist myself out of shape to wrap myself around your pretty little fingers. I promise.

Your soulmate,
Scott